Another day of beach-combing, I hear the buzz of a small airplane, I spin around, the dot in the sky above the horizon forms into one, two ultralights coming in low and fast (50 mph?). Circling the hard-packed sand spit they lightly touchdown and taxi together (to check notes, engine temps, fuel?) Before I cover the quarter mile to their improvised tarmac, helmets are back on, with a hearty wave they rev up and zoom away. Moments like this make me love Mexico; Tierra de los Libres, Hogar de los Valientes!
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